I have always been a very trusting person - eternally optimistic, hopeful and positive.  Somehow this has changed recently.  I don't know where the line between trusting and naive is drawn, between loving and oblivious, between forgiving and stupid.  I don't want to live my life jaded, pessimistic, and negative, but I do want to protect myself and my heart (being as fragile as anyone else's).  I'm not sure I know how, though.

No matter how much you love someone, care about them, trust them and cherish them, how much can one human being ever really know about another?  There are things about myself that I will never reveal to anyone else - at least no one that I have yet encountered in this "journey called life," so isn't it inevitable that things will be hidden from me?  I guess the most important thing in my mind is that I would never hide something to be dishonest or "less than honest" in a hurtful way - only in a protective way.

So do you believe in the story you're given, the supposed truths you're told?  Or do you trust your gut no matter how much you'd like to think your head can rationalize away any inconvenient instincts? And how many times do you forgive before you say enough is enough and realize that you deserve better - the very best, in fact.  I don't know.  I hope that someday I will.  Especially with the way I'm feeling right now.